As Dustin descended through the trees, he could see the Gamma House Fraternity brothers hard at work on their entry for the Homecoming Parade. From his aerial view, Dustin thought they had a long way to go, and some of the other floats were already gathering at the town square for the parade later tonight. Suddenly, Dustin felt a steady strong downward pull on his cock. One of the Gammas had climbed a nearby tree, and snagged Dustin with his bare hands, slowly the two descended to the ground, Keith's weight making all the difference. Dustin was a fraid to speak, and wondered what the college boys intended to do with him.
"Keith, that balloon will really make our float! Do you think it escaped from one of the other frats?"
"Their loss is our gain, but I think this fat fellow needs a makeover before we launch him back into the air. Rick, there's some latex paint in the basement, and a tank of helium, could you go get it? And Alex go with him and get that big old tarp. Now guys, does he look more like a Sumo Wrestler or a Cupid?"
"If we go with cupid, there are some old papier mache wings in the attic from our Christmas pageant two years ago," Rick offered.
"How about tagging the balloon with spray paint instead of dressing it?"
"I say lets paint it to look like a football lineman!"
"Yeah! There's that giant helmut from last year's float, but we'd have to inflate him a lot more, do you think he'd stretch that big?"
"Hey guys, I grabbed the clothesline, let's tether big boy here good, so he doesn't escape on us. We should tie him loosely if we are going to inflate him some more. Man, it's realistic looking, I bet the nerdy Alphas made it!"
"Well, we'll remake it pure Gamma! Right, men!"
There was a cheer. Dustin whispered a silent plea for Ty to help him.
Little did he know that Ty had changed into a bird and was currently perched in the tree above watching the proceedings. If Dustin had tried to speak, he'd have discovered that Ty had already eliminated that ability, and had also limited Dustin's ability to move more than the inflation had. He wanted to see what the Gammas would do to Dustin. He wanted Dustin to feel alone and helpless for his punishment.
The wet paint, felt cool on his flesh, and warmed as it dried. Ty swore that Dustin was smiling. His big foster bro wasn't supposed to enjoy his punishment. Ty tried to frown, but discovered his beak rather unwilling to assume that shape. He blinked, well maybe the pleasure would fade as the Gammas got serious with Mr. Balloon Man.